[1] - We're not in a post-apocalyptic dystopian city anymore, toto.

[fthisgetmecigs]

[Action: Morning, 312 Miller St. || Not!Family]

[When Badou wakes up to the noticeable lack of the scent of cigarette smoke that settled so lovingly around his apartment, he knows something is amiss. Seconds later, he further realizes there is something very wrong when he finds that he's suddenly regained what people with two eyes take for granted

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( action: morning )

[pokeay]

[ there is an exceptionally pleasant smell coming from the kitchen... somebody's cooking breakfast, it seems. When Dia hears the sound of drawers opening and closing, he sticks his head out of the kitchen door. ]

Good morning, Nia! [ ... except it's not Nia. ] ... Oh. Um... good morning!

[ ... ] Did you just wake up here...?

[fthisgetmecigs]

[Pauses his rummaging for tobaccy. Oh hey there's other people in the house. At least this kid that doesn't have that vaguely blank look the woman in bed with him did.]

[Etiquette? What's that? No one is spared sarcasm, sorry kid.] Nah, I just fell from the sk-[A pause. Okay, fine, he doesn't know where the hell he is, he's lacking cigarettes and for all he knows this kid is some psychopathic kidnapper so maybe he'll cut it back slightly.] Yeah. Something like that. You know 'bout this?

[pokeay]

Oh, um... kind of. Everybody shows up the same way, at least. You just kind of... wake up here, unexpectedly.

... You're probably going to ask how you got here and how to leave... that's what most of us do, I think. But nobody really knows. [ he feels kind of awkward standing here with his spatula... ] Um, do you want some breakfast?

[fthisgetmecigs]

Yeah. Got that much outta this.

So what? You're stuck until you're dead? That's fuckin' stupid.

[Welp. The kid doesn't sound like a pint-sized serial killer and Badou is a little hungry...] Sure. I could get some food or shit.

action, morning.

[spiraldoll]

[[she was on her way to breakfast, but this strange man rummaging through the drawers is sort of a new priority.]]

Did you lose something, sir? [[nope, not even going to ask why there's a stranger in her house. he seems like he's looking for something, so why not help?]]

[fthisgetmecigs]

[Oh my god what is this, more kids? Though the face isn't too unfamiliar either...Well more in part of the fact that she was in those photos he saw when he woke up.]

Uhh.. [This calling him 'sir' thing...It throws him off for a brief moment. ].. Possibly my goddamn sanity.

[spiraldoll]

'Goddamn sanity'? [[a pause.]]

If you tell me what it looks like, I will do my best to help you find that!

[fthisgetmecigs]

[Badou just stares at her for a moment. Sarcasm is ineffective! OHSHI- ]

Uh..

[This is awkward. Welp.]

That was just a saying..Or something. I'm just really lookin' for a cigarette. [Oh god, does he have to explain it to her? Doesn't bother waiting to see if she knows what it is and launches into an explaination.] It's like...A rolled up cylinder of paper with like...Cra-[No, no. Nothing she can take literally.]-tobacco. And that's dried up leaves or somethin' like that.

[Phone]

[gezellighe]

. . . the pharmacy does.

[fthisgetmecigs]

[Oh man, sounds like the mood of the man on the other end has cheered after being offered a solid location from where to get cigarettes.]

Great! Care to help the new guy out and tell me where the hell that is from- Wait a sec, don't even know where the fuck I live. Hold on-

[Sound of the phone being put down for a moment and the sound of stepping away from it and some silence for a bit before the sound of footsteps returns.]

-From 312 Miller street.

[gezellighe]

I don't know where Miller street is.

But it's in the town part of. . . well, the town. With the shops.

[fthisgetmecigs]

[Uhhhh....]

Guess I'll ask the kids then. Uh, thanks for the suggestion, man.

phone

[techno_mancer]

Ya want cigs? I can give ya mine. I'm... tryin' to quit.

I take it you're new here?

[fthisgetmecigs]

[Man, today is beautiful now, weird new location aside] Really? Shit, man, I don't even know ya, but you're alright. Your place or mine?

Yep. Going though the what the fuck is this place motions right now. Got some...Pretend kids here and they're fillin' me in on some of the details.

[techno_mancer]

Hey, I'm all about meetin' new people in this town. Name's Quinn. I don't get out enough nowadays. I'm at 339 Brady. Ya can't miss it; look for the garage that don't exactly fit the 50s decor.

I've been here for over a year now, so I can probably fill ya in as well.

[fthisgetmecigs]

The name's Badou. Hope you'll excuse me bein' fashionably late. Don't even know where the fuck Miller street is compared to the rest of this place.

[Bit of a pause. When he speaks, he sounds like he's a bit confused for a moment.] 50s decor? Huh.. I might have to ask ya to fill in some more details too.